I call wild niggas together like Cyrus,
And knock off more birds than the West Nile Virus.
Freddie Foxxx, “I Come to War,” 12", 2001
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…And Sunday’s the one day I rest, give thanks, and bless.
Educated: no. Stupid: yes.
And when I say “stupid,” I mean stupid fresh.
New York, New York, big city of dreams,
Where there’s nothing but foreign cars, bitches, and triple beams.
How can polar bears swing on vines with the gorillas?
I like ‘em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian.
We speak the love language, they speak from pain and anguish.
Some don’t love theyselves, so they perception is tainted.
Say somethin’ positive? Well positive ain’t where I live.
I live right around the corner from West Hell,
Two blocks from South Shit, and once in a jail cell.
Too many MC’s take that word ‘emcee’ lightly;
They can’t Move a Crowd, not even slightly.
I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia,
Slaughter your circulatory like leukemia.
Ain’t no love lost, cause there was never none there.
I’d rather die enormous than live dormant.
Flawless victory, y’all niggas can’t do shit to me:
Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically.
…Had dreams of fancy cars and limos,
And all I wanted was somebody to listen to my demo.
Fuck Batman and Robin: I’m robbin’ with a bat, man.
Your whole vocabulary’s played out, admit it.
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
When I hit the skins they all say, ‘Damn Kane…
You knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign!’
The mind tricks the body,
Body thinks the mind is crazy…
I don’t feel pain cause it’s all in the mind,
And what’s mines is mines and yours is mine!
I never ever ran from the Ku Klux Klan, and I shouldn’t have to run from a black man.
I find it’s distressin’, there’s never no in-between:
We either niggaz or kings,
We either bitches or queens.
The deadly ritual seems immersed in the perverse,
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts.
I’m from Jerz, the home of: “I could’ve swore I parked my car right here!”
They say jealousy is a serious disease.
So I’mma say a prayer for you dudes,
Hope you motherfuckers get well soon.
You got a man? That’s somethin we will talk about.
He’s smart enough to have ya, but dumb enough to let ya out.
Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul,
And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold…
Friday the 13th…I’mma play Jason!
If you can’t respect that, your whole perspective is wack.
Maybe you’ll love me when I fade to black.
Your simple words just don’t move me…
You’re minor, we major.
You all up in the game and don’t deserve to be a player.
These ante meridiem cats, insomniacs…
Four in the mornin’ we throwin back some Cognac juice.
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J,
Don’t fuck with her no more, now I fuck with Tanqueray.
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold,
Last name was English and the first name Olde.
You not cut from the same cloth, you chinchilla soft,
I’m Brillo Pad coarse…take your skin off.
You rub me the wrong way,
You a suit and tie nigga…P hoodie all day.
Take these words home and think it through;
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.
I got lots of love for my crew, that is;
No love for them other crews and rival kids.
All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is,
And if they don’t? They need to buy a watch, word up.
What’s poppin? My gun on ya head, nigga.
What’s crackin? The bones in ya head, nigga.
What’s really good? Nothin but the doe.
What’s really hood? You already know.
I’m only 19 but my mind is older…
When things get for real, my warm heart turns cold.
Leave it up to me while I be livin’ proof,
To kick the truth to the young black youth.
I’m not a ‘Businessman,’ I’m a Business… man! Let me handle my business, damn!